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Saturday, July 16, 2011

They Know I'm Stuck

Yesterday, I sprained my ankle in a very uninteresting way. Consequently, the majority of my time is spent laying down. This morning, as I was laying in bed, Mingus and Fifty started to smother me because they both wanted head scratches.

Fifty is supremely stubborn, as you can tell by the look on her face and the fact that she persisted in staying in place despite Mingus using her as a pillow. Mingus was kind of oblivious to her presence, as per usual. Eventually, I had to yell for the boy to remove both of them because I was pinned down and Mingus has erratically kicky legs that were dangerously close to my injured ankle.

Now, let's hope that this bum ankle heals completely before Sock Summit! I cannot imagine hobbling around on crutches while trying to fondle sock yarn.

Animals always know when something's up. I think my cat is happiest when I'm sick on the couch and laid up for days. Though I do like a warm furry thing to snuggle on days like that.

So I'll ask, what did you do? This coming from a self proclaimed klutz who's last injury (2 wks ago) was stubbing toes on closet door frame and totally face planting on bathroom floor. I honestly don't know how i get through some days?

Tina, add me to the klutz club. I tripped while walking both dogs down a hill, and I landed on my ankle. My leashed dogs kept on walking, making my ankle pop. Ew, I can still hear that noise! This is what I get for trying to let the dogs burn off some steam (we have loads of construction going on in our house and it makes all the beasts nervous).